Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1887-09-17
a Model Millionaire.

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moor should be practical and prosaic.
Il Is better 10 have 4 permanent income
than to pe fascinating. These are the
crp.r truths of modern life which
tunhie Erkskinc never realized. Poor
urobie! intellectually. we must admit,
be was not Of much Importance. He
,oger sa.d either brilliant or IN IL
uaturcd ,h NJ in his life. But then he
mas wonderfully good looking. with
b,s cr,sp brown hair. his cleared
proGle. and h.s gray eyes. He was as
nepuIar with men as he was with wo-
men. and he had ever accomplish
men. except that of making money.
His father Pad buqueathed him his
cavalry sword and History of the
Penns. der War in fifteen volumes.
Hue HE hung the first over his look ng-
ulass, bat the second on shelf between
Rugs G,.h5e and Bailg'S NayaziRe,
and lived on two hundred a year that
an old aunt allowed him. He had tried
everything He had gone on the stock
exchange for six months; but what was
butterfly to do among bulls and
bcars9 He had been tea merchant
for little longer, but had soon tired of
Pekoe aud Souchoag. Then he had
tried selling dry sherrr. That did not
answer Ultimately he became moth
rag. a delightful. Intellectual Young man
with perfect profile and no profes.
sion.
To make matters worse, he was in
love. The girl he loved was Laura
Merton, the daughter OF a retired col
Onel who had lost his temper and his
digestion in Ind a, and had never
found either of them again. Laura
adored him. and he was ready to kiss
her shoestr ngs. They were the hand
soonest couple IN London, and had not 4
penny between them. The colonel was
very fond of Hnghie. but would not
hear of anv engagement.
''Come to me. my boy, when You
have got 10000 pounds of your own,
and we will see about il" he used to
say; and Hughie looked very glum on
those days, and had to 90 to Laura for
consolation.
One morning rs he was on his way
to Holland Park. where the Mertons
lived, he dropped in 10 see a friend of
his, Alan Trevor Trevor was a painter.
Indeed, few people escape that now
adays. But he was also an artist. and
artists are rather rare. Personally, he
was strange, rough fellow. with a
freckled face and hair red. However,
when he took up his brush he was Il
real master, and his picture was eager
l. sought after He had been very
much attracted by Hughie, at first, it
must be acknowledged. entirely on ac-
count Of his looks. The only people
q painter should know" he used to
say, ''are people who are bctc and beau
tiful. people who are an artist C pleas
Gre to look at and an intellectual re-
pose TO talk to. Dandies and dariings
rule the world!' However. after he
got 10 know Hughc better. he liked
him quite as much for his bright.
buoyant spirits and his generous reck-
less nature, and had given him the
permanent cntree to his studio.
When Hughe came in he found Tre-
vor putting the finishing touches to a
wonderful lfe-size picture of beggar-
man. The beggar himself was stand
ing on raised platform in a corner
OF the studio. He was 4 wizened old
man. with face like wr;nkled parch-
ment and most piteous expression.
Over his shoulders was flung Il coarse
brown cloak, all tears and tatters; ms
thick boots were patched and cobbIed,
and with one hand he leaned on
rough stick, while with the other he
held out his battered hat for aims.
What an amazing modelr' Whisper
ed Hughie, as he shook hands with his
friend
"An amazing model?" shouted Tro-
Vor at the top of his voice; Il should
think so! Such beggars as he are not
to be met with every dav. A truCaille,
nioncser: living Velasquezl My Stars!
what an etching Rembrandt would
have made CT him.
Poor old chap!' said Hughie, How
E.'S"rabIe he looks! But | suppose, to
You painters. his face is his fortune?"
Certainly" replied Trevor: ..you
don want bcggar to look happy, do
syou?'
How much does a model get for sit
mg'' asked Hughie rs he found him
self comfortable seat on divan.
~ shilling an hour"
And how much do you get fer your
picture, Alan?'
o, for this get a thousand"
Pounds ?
'Guineas. Painters, poets and ply
slcians always get guineas."
"Well, | think the model should have
apereentage," sad Hughie, laughing;
they work quite as hard lis you do.
Nonsense, nonsense Why, look
al The trouble of laying on the paint
alone. and standing all day long at
one $ easeli It's ali very well. Hughie,
ior Yon to talk. but I ossurn vou that